Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita watched the dragon from the corner of her eye while they continued and persisted up the beach. Even if it seemed there was no need for her own attempt at menace, the threat and warning was still there; ominous and foreboding. The staff swung along with her arms, a parallel beat of potential demolition, as Fangorn warily bumbled and rumbled along, making slight bounds and extending his vines to grapple at rocks they passed by.
That Seren had grown up here gave the youth pause – how she’d managed to miss someone in all the time she’d spent here was disconcerting. But she’d always tended to the Ark for some time now, and intervals, happenstances, circumstances, might not have lined up in proper conjectures. “Oh, yes, I know them well!” A bright grin furnished – mostly from days before, before, before – but she still considered both of them friends. The notions of Stormbreak gave her a little bit of an edge though, pondering over what she’d heard from different means and measures, from people who were wary of the expanse – and for good reason. “What’s Stormbreak like?”
At the inquiry though, she nodded her head. “I live with my uncles Sunjata and Nate.” And whatever colossal wake they’d distorted in the meantime. “I work on the Ark too.”
That Seren had grown up here gave the youth pause – how she’d managed to miss someone in all the time she’d spent here was disconcerting. But she’d always tended to the Ark for some time now, and intervals, happenstances, circumstances, might not have lined up in proper conjectures. “Oh, yes, I know them well!” A bright grin furnished – mostly from days before, before, before – but she still considered both of them friends. The notions of Stormbreak gave her a little bit of an edge though, pondering over what she’d heard from different means and measures, from people who were wary of the expanse – and for good reason. “What’s Stormbreak like?”
At the inquiry though, she nodded her head. “I live with my uncles Sunjata and Nate.” And whatever colossal wake they’d distorted in the meantime. “I work on the Ark too.”
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
